Paris, that tells her for news, Mr. Henry Conway is here. Is he, indeed? and why was I to know it only by this scrambling way? Well, I hate you for this neglect, but I find I love you well enough to tell you so. But, dear now, don't let one fall into a train of excuses and reproaches ; if the god of indolence is a mightier deity with you than the god of caring for one, tell me, and I won't dun you ; but will drop your correspondence as silently as if I owed you money.
If my private consistency was of no weight with you, yet, is a man nothing who is within three days' journey of a Conclave2? Nay, for what you knew, I might have been in Rome. Harry, art thou so indifferent, as to have a cousin at the election of a Pope without courting him for news ? I'll tell you, were I anywhere else, and even Dick Hammond n were at Borne, I think verily I should have wrote to him. Popes, cardinals, adorations, coronations, St. Peter's ! oh, what costly sounds ! and don't you write to one yet ? I shall set out in about a fortnight, and pray then think me of consequence.
I have crept on upon time from day to day here ; fond of Florence to a degree : 'tis infinitely the most agreeable of all the places I have seen since London : that you know one loves, right or wrong, as one does one's nurse. Our little Arno is not boated and swelling like the Thames, but 'tis vastly pretty, and, I don't know how, being Italian, has something visionary and poetical in its stream. Then one's unwilling to leave the gallery, and — but — in short, one's unwilling to get into a post-chaise. I am as surfeited •with mountains and inns, as if I had eat them. I have many to pass before I see England again, and no Tory to
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